Let the Heart Choose
Fitnah bu Laras

It didn't take long, he was home. Andra parked the bike and went inside the house.

His eyes widened when he saw Nada already sitting in the living room while holding Zaskia. She painstakingly fed Zaskia with her face still in disarray.

"Kok out of the room, here let Mas yuapin Zaskia," Andra said attentively.

There was no reply from Nada, she resigned herself as Andra took Zaskia from her lap. She is also her son, so there is no harm if Andra takes care of her.

Not until 5 minutes Zaskia in the sling Andra, Laras came with a face sumringah.

"Lo doesn't work Ndra?" ask Laras.

"No ma'am, tired.it's a holiday first" said Andra.

"Jaudah you rest, Zaskia let Mother take care" said Laras seizing Zaskia from Andra's sling.

"Here I'm tired, all day on the bike. Make money for all of us. Zaskia don't spoiled ya," continued Laras chatting with Zaskia. Zaskia did not understand what he was talking about.

Nada's chest felt claustrophobic, eager for him to slam the Zaskia bowl that was before him at this very moment. Even Laras had never held Zaskia before.

His days are just busy watching tv and occasionally sitting pensive while watching the neighbors passing by, looking for materials for his bounty show.

Tone massaged his forehead, instantly his head was very dizzy. Her chest feels so painful. Andra, who knew his wife was pale, immediately helped her.

"Breakfast Yuk!" andra.

"No thanks, still full" said Nada as he moved.

"Not the fried rice," said Andra with a sparkling face.

If Nada already wants to eat his cooking, most likely he has been forgiven. He immediately followed his wife into the room.

Not yet in the room, the tip of Andra's eyes briefly saw a plate of fried rice that was still lying on the dining table.

"You are still" said Andra Lirih.

He brought the fried rice into the room, not forgetting he brought with him a glass of water.

It looks like Nada who sits leaning against the wall, her stained fingers are still massaging the base of her nose. His eyes closed and lowered his face.

"Fried rice is still, what are you eating breakfast?" ask Andra.

"I'm full of heart food here, it tastes like fried sambal. Spicy." said Nada, still in the same position.

As if knowing what Nada Andra meant by putting a plate of fried rice and a glass of water beside her, she approached Nada and hugged her tightly.

Tone immediately pushed up Andra's body, she still couldn't accept. The body he had all this time had been freely touched by another woman.

"Sorry Nad, but your assumption is wrong. I did not do anything with Kinan," said Andra.

Tone opened her closed eyes, she stared fixedly at her husband. Although his eyes were a little sore he tried to stare at the handsome face that had been accompanying him.

"If Faisal invites a reunion, and I'm picked up with him. What are you thinking?" ask Nada.

Andra was silent for a moment, hearing that name. He remembered one of the words of the man, andra and he fought because of one of his words.

"Why do you talk about him, there are still many of your friends?" andra.

"Sama, why should Kinan? After all you can also throw the order Kinan to your ojek friend right?" tanya Tada with a flat face.

"I've tried my best, closing my ears and eyes. But, the more I close the louder the sound, too," said Nada smiling wryly.

"Our relationship is only waiting for its destruction, there is nothing more to be maintained" said Nada, wiping away the falling tears.

Andra came back closer, Nada immediately shifted her seat. Seeing Nada who refused him made Andra decided to move from her room.

Free as well he explained, while Nada was still in a bad mood. He stepped out of the house looking for his mother, maybe playing with Zaskia could reduce his fatigue.

Andra searched every corner of the house, but she didn't find her mother. He finally heard his mother's voice next door.

Andra moved her legs closer, her steps halting as she listened to her mother gossip.

"Oh my God, I feel sorry for Zaskia. His mother never took care of him" said Laras stroking Zaskia's head.

"Every day at home. Looks like Nada never messes around" said one of the neighbors.

"Yes obviously, he was just lying down while playing hp. Never wanted to cook and take off the house, if not me. Who else" said Laras.

"Astaghfirullah, when she was beautiful and friendly" Sahur.

"What's beautiful but can't cook and take care of the house? I feel sorry for my son Ma'am" said Laras.

"Why Ma'am?"

"Have worked hard, home at night. Eh greeted with the same nagging Nada, every day ngomel mulu. Often my son is accused of cheating, when what .." said Laras hanging his sentence.

The neighbors who gathered looked at Laras more and more closely, as if they were telling a story. Without him knowing Andra was already standing behind him.

"What Mom?" said one of the people who can't wait for Laras' answer.

"When he cheated, every night the phone was the same who, tomorrow it came out the morning home in the afternoon," said Laras steadily.

"Astaghfirullah .." said the mothers simultaneously.

"Astaghfirullah mother!" said Andra who could not bear to hear the slander of his mother.

Without further ado Andra immediately grabbed Zaskia from Laras's sling and took her away. His steps stopped and turned his body.

"Istighfar Bu, sin. inget age" said Andra who shook his head softly and continued his steps back.

As if dissatisfied with the story earlier, Laras still reluctant to move. Moreover, the mothers seem to believe what Laras said.

They do not know what Nada is like, because Nada very rarely goes out of the house. So automatically, they trust Baras more than Nada.

Laras sat in the head of his neighbor's house and continued his false story.

"Yes rich, Mom, he's too powerful for his wife. Too bad for his son, when I don't know? it's his son or not" said Laras.

"Astaghfirullah, mother.don't do that, there can't be such a tone."

"Eh indeed ahead of him is good alim, even though he likes to play shaman."

"Astaghfirullah," said the mothers simultaneously.

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